"jealousy is a powerful thing, Harry. " Hermione whispered to him from across the table. She noticed his watching Blaise and Draco smiling and feeding each other.
"That should be me, Hermione." he dropped his head.
"Yea, well you lost that privilege when you broke his heart."
"I didn't mean to, Hermione. You know I didn't. " he frowned and stood up, walking out of the great hall.
